Page 138 of Rise of the Siren Queen
Her eyes flared for a heartbeat—bright, luminous white—before the light flickered out. Her skin, once aglow with faint, natural radiance, dulled before my eyes. Dimmed. Snuffed out.
And just like that… her powers vanished.
She tried to summon them. I saw it. The subtle tension in her limbs, the focus in her stare. But nothing came.
No shimmer.
No song.
No resistance.
Just… nothing.
Trapped in his arms, helpless, her magic stripped clean from her body like it had never existed.
“What did you give her, Thalor?”
Kieran’s voice cracked through the tension, sharp with fury.
A whip of blue lightning snapped from his fingertips, lashing through the air, only to freeze inches from Thalor’s tail, sparking violently before fizzling out.
Thalor sneered, smug and undeterred.
“That’s right,” he hissed, dragging Sienna tighter against his chest. His fingers slithered around her waist—his touch vile. “You can’t strike me without arming your pretty little seer, can you?”
Kieran’s lightning surged again, flickering like a storm barely held back, and Siennawincedin his grasp, her disgust palpable even through the distance.
Ronan’s shadows. Kieran’s lightning.
What if… If they can make chains with their gift, maybe I could do the same with water.
I stayed hidden, cloaked in the wreckage and shadows of the ruined hall. My breath came slow. Controlled. My fingers flexed as I reached out, not toward them, but to the water. To the life pulsing through the broken fountains, the scattered jugs, the spilled wine, the condensation on the walls. It answered me as if it had always waited.
I called it forth.
Silently, precisely, I bent it to my will. No grand gestures, just thought and fury. The water slithered across the floor like a serpent, invisible beneath the chaos. I shaped it into thick rings, weaving them together into coils.
Chains.
Like Ronan’s shadows, but mine were colder. Hungrier.
They snaked around Thalor’s tail first, then up his torso in a crushing spiral. By the time the realization hit him, it was far too late.
The waterclenched—
His arms yanked back with brutal force, the chains slamming them behind him in a tangled grip of liquid steel. He grunted, snarled, but couldn’t fight it.
Sienna broke free, stumbling from his grip.
But my focus snapped the moment Draven’s paws reached for my mate. ForIryen.
His hand brushed her chin.
A mockery of tenderness.
I will rip him apart for this.
And I saw her flinch instinctively, pulling back from his touch.
